Text: Randy Houser. Anything Goes. My Kind Of Country.

I don't mess with the monkey
Let him roll right off my back
I fly like a bee to the honies
Turn a bar to an all out love shack

Can I get an Amen, a Hallelujah
A little splash of the Coke in my Black Jack?
Don't let this black tie fool ya
I'm a down home groover, a midnight mover

Give me and my bulldog, sitting on the front porch
Old man Willie be bangin' on the G chord
Little girlfriend cooking up a chicken
Sipping on the liquor, everybody listening

'Round here got the laid back low down
Little bit of wailin', whole lot of mo' town
Might sound just a little bit funky
But, hey y'all, that's my kind of country

I ain't hearing no lip son
Dragging in the dirt like Tonka toy, boy
We don't play that where I come from
Hell yeah, I'm a momma's boy

Give me and my bulldog, sitting on the front porch
Old man Willie be bangin' on the G chord
Little girlfriend cooking up a chicken
Sipping on the liquor, everybody listening

'Round here got the laid back low down
Little bit of wailin', whole lot of mo' town
Might sound just a little bit funky
But, hey y'all, that's my kind of country

Give me and my bulldog, sitting on the front porch
Old man Willie be bangin' on the G chord
Little girlfriend cooking up a chicken
Sipping on the liquor, everybody listening

'Round here got the laid back low down
Little bit of wailin', whole lot of mo' town
Might sound just a little bit funky
But, hey y'all, that's my kind of country

It's my kind of country, hey